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"Adair, tell me: did I have to stop my work when my time is worth fifty dollars a minute, and come all the way to New York to tell you folks what to do?" he demanded. Adair's laugh was utterly and absolutely care-free. "It looks that way, doesn't it? Have you got the compelling club up your sleeve, as usual?" "A boy might carry it and swing it, too," was the disgusted answer.
His aim was true to a hand's-breadth: a bullet from Adair's pistol could have done no more. With a cry that was fairly shogged out of him by the impact of the iron missile, the man flung away his burden, dropped in his tracks and lay groaning. They looked for another storm of lead to follow this, and hugged the floor in readiness for it.
Running he had acquired in a similar manner. He had nothing approaching style, but he had twice won the mile and half-mile at the Sports off elegant runners, who knew all about stride and the correct timing of the sprints and all the rest of it. Briefly, he was a worker. He had heart. A boy of Adair's type is always a force in a school.
Adair's uncontrollable desire to impart information, she had, nevertheless, noticed that Captain Hibbert had been very much struck with Olive's beauty. She was aware that her daughter was a beautiful girl, but whether men would want to marry her Mrs. Barton did not know. Captain Hibbert's conduct would help her to arrive at a decision. She certainly dreamed of a title for Olive.
The boats had been ordered to pull up in two divisions, the larger to attack the east bank, the other the west; Jack's and Adair's boats belonged to the latter. The welcome order to advance was heard, and the boats, emerging from their cover, pulled away in two lines, as fast as the men could bend to their oars, moving along like two huge serpents darting on their prey.
With a precious sixpence he bought a copy of The Mascot and studied it there was a short story entitled "Mrs. Adair's Co." and an article on "What Society Drinks" the remaining pages of the number were filled with pictures and "Chatter from Day to Day." This gaily-coloured production lying on one of the beds in the dark room in Bucket Lane seemed singularly out of place.
The Chickasaws were loyal to the treaty they had made with the British in the early days of James Adair's association with them. They were friends to England's friends and foes to her foes. While they resented the new settlements made on land they considered theirs, they signed a peace with Robertson at the conclusion of the War of Independence.
The moment she had quitted the room Miss Russel exclaimed, "These teachers give themselves strange airs!" "You should speak with more respect of Mrs. Adair's daughter, I think," said Miss Damer; "excepting in fortune, Miss Jane Adair is superior to any person here." "But you will allow that she is a teacher, I hope." "And does it lessen her merit?
"I'm going to play the old fellow a trick he little thinks of." The chief seemed to have no suspicions of Adair's design, and was evidently anxious to do away with the effect his conduct had produced.
We came to the conclusion that we hadn't any use for early-morning fielding." Adair's manner became ominously calm. "You were rather fed up, I suppose?" "That's just the word." "Sorry it bored you." "It didn't. We didn't give it the chance to." Robinson laughed appreciatively. "What's the joke, Robinson?" asked Adair. "There's no joke," said Robinson, with some haste.
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